I found this poem in a book... God I can't remember the name of the book right now, but it was a historical romance about a woman who travels back to ancient Ireland. It's supposed to be a trilogy, but I read it when I was young so I guess I skipped most of the middle parts... as always happens with me when I'm reading.
Anyway, it was so poetically poignant, I just had to post it:
Then let amorous kisses dwell
Upon our lips, begin and tell
A thousand and a hundred score,
A hundred, and a thousand more.